Forty three

Noah. 

Hell. That is what I have been in since I walked out of my home, leaving Tiffany to get her things while calling Amy to help her. That hell is not easier as the days roll by, instead. It gets harder. 

The only way in which I have been keeping my sanity is to look for the bastard responsible for everything, Finding him has become my purpose and mission in life. He said he would not torture her but he never said he would not kidnap her, that is almost inevitable. I don’t know exactly what he was waiting for but I was not going to stand around waiting for him to kidnap her before I would do anything about it. 

And that was why I was trying to exhaust myself with finding this mystery person. I even went out on a date with Tracy just to ask her some questions of who she suspects coming to the girls’ wings when they were sleeping. I discovered that she had a little case of insomnia after the show and as luck would have it, her